He floated over to the demonic werewolf, feeding it the demon seed in the form of a special elixir. After the werewolf was completely infected, Wang Zijia tossed it into the abyss.
The grey mist surged momentarily, then returned to its original state.
This time was different from the past when he hadn't noticed anything. Although Wang Zijia still couldn't find any useful information in its chaotic sea of knowledge or sense the demon seeder, he felt something different.
"Did the thing that entered die immediately? Was it infected, and underwent a detrimental mutation, or did it just disappear upon entering?"
"And the fact that I can sense death means I should be able to transfer via the chaotic sea of knowledge, right?"
With a furrowed brow, he contemplated for a moment, then chose another monstrous tiger with fleshy wings on its back. After seeding it with the demon seed, Wang Zijiais didn't just throw it in.
